Erica on the Porch — Crisp Autumn Morning

Our morning porch time. My youngest prefers to sit down low, so that he can talk with the cat, Luna.

As we sit in the bright morning light, the dew still glistening on the grass beyond, there is a companionable quiet between us. The little boy gently pats his cat, his small stash of homemade arrows resting in front of him.

As my coffee cools, I relish this morning with the clamorous humidity. Relish the days that are now fall, especially these bright, crisp mornings. There is nothing really said. Birds, squirrels, and the wind make noise in the trees.